Beauty Reynolds Gets Her Reward

Matt Payne was fast but Beauty Reynolds was like lightning. His six gun had not even cleared his holster when he found himself looking down the barrel of his female opponent’s revolver. His mouth opened and closed in sheer shock. Matt wasn’t used to being beaten to the draw by anyone - much less a woman! The gunslinger stood stock still, knowing the slightest move might result in a bullet from Beauty tearing into him. “Let the gun hit the floor nice and easy, Matt,” the female ranch owner ordered him, “I really don’t want to shoot you!” Matt’s resentment simmered, but what could he do? Slowly and reluctantly the outlaw unbuckled his gun belt and let it tumble onto the Diablo dusty main street. Beauty gave him a beaming smile. “I guess we’d better go collect that reward they’re offering for you, Matt!” the woman laughed. The disarmed gunman simply scowled at her.

Beauty seized a lasso from a nearby tethered horse and, keeping her gun trained on the glowering Pete, she approached him. Holstering the weapon, Beauty then linked arms with the furious-looking Mat and, almost affectionately, walked him along the street to in front of the Dirty Dog Saloon, where a crowd of beer swilling men had gathered to watch the novelty gunfight. As far as they were concerned, the real novelty was how the fight had ended. In front of his fascinated cronies, Beauty slowly and deliberately used the lasso to tie Matt’s hands behind his back, a smile of quiet satisfaction on her attractive features. Matt, angry and humiliated, found himself having to bend as he was tightly bound by Beauty. “Don’t look so sad, Matt,” Beauty mocked, “your reward money is going to pay for new fences all over my land. Thankyou.” Matt looked disconsolately at the dust. “Ah shaddap!” he snapped. “Er, please, ma’am…”

Western novel source not known to me unfortunately; AI image created via Ideogram

Embezzler Captured

“Well if you won’t confess, I guess I’m just going to have to restrain you here until I can get the evidence to the cops!” Andrea Sutcliffe, corporate fraud investigator sighed as she tied up Harry James, securing him to a chair in his own office. Harry’s eyes blazed as he stared ahead from his enforced sitting position. How dare this little witch that he had hired to investigate embezzlement at Voxco Inc as a double bluff, treat him this way - he the deputy CFO?!

“I’ll have your job for this, young lady!” Harry fumed as Andrea tightened his bonds. The black skirted young woman stood up after one more pull on the ropes around Harry’s wrists, making him wince, and walked round to view her prisoner. “I don’t think so, Mr James,” she remarked, “I rather think that I’m about to take yours!” Harry stared up at her, furious but helpless. “Supercilious little minx!” the bent finance officer responded hopelessly.

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Kwala bint Al-Azwar

The women of the Kwala bint Al-Azwar Brigade moved like ghosts through the government digital intelligence complex. The bored male technicians and soldiers on duty heard nothing. The first they knew of the female warriors’ presence was when strong hands were clapped over their mouths, handgagging them, and they were subdued one by one. Soon, their wrists and arms bound and their mouths gagged with cloth, the ten or so men were herded towards the rest rooms and forced to lie on the floor there by their two niqab-clad guards. The women were careful to check their captives’ bonds before leaving them with the words, “Long live the Women’s Islamic Revolution!”

They then went to join their sisters, most of whom were qualified in electronic engineering and software development, to help disable the military tracking devices that had led to the vicious bombing campaigns in the rebel-held areas. As dark brown female eyes glowed with excitement and pride at each other over their veils, the Kwala bint Al-Azar women’s concealed mouths smiled in amusement at the faint sounds of Mmmmph, mmmmph, mmmph emanating from the behind locked doors of the male toilets…

Source: Pinterest

Kidnapped!

“What- what are you going to do with me?” Matt asked his female captors nervously as one of the women bound his hands behind his back and their inscrutable leader stood over him. “Nothing if you behave yourself, honey,” she replied evenly. “You might come in handy if we have to negotiate with the coppers if they pick up on our trail.” Matt still didn’t understand. “Are you bank robbers?” he asked desperately. The young woman behind him giggled as she finished tying him. “Hell no, sweetie,” she smiled, “we just broke out of jail is all.” she replied. “Gag him and lock him in the trunk of the car, Kathy.” the leader ordered. “We need to get moving.”

Still from the Roger Corman-directed movie Swamp Women (1955), posted by RoperMike on his website Guys In Trouble.

Tricked in Hong Kong

“Farewell, my friend,” the glamorous young woman Travers only knew as Jade, “you have been of great help to the People’s Republic.” Jade smiled sweetly at the frustrated British diplomatic attaché she had so efficiently overpowered and bound and gagged, and gathered up not only the precious files he had been carrying but also his clothes. “It is unlikely you will escape from those ropes,” the woman continued, “but just in case, you will find it hard to pursue me in just your underwear!” Travis glared at Jade angrily, cursing his own stupidity for allowing himself to be fooled by Chinese intelligence using the oldest trick in the book - the honey trap. “Mmmmph!” he fumed at the seductive spy uselessly. Jade smiled her enigmatic smile once more. “Shall I place the Do Not Disturb sign on the door after I lock it, Mr Travers?” she asked, all mocking false sincerity. “Gt lst, btt!” raged the man as Jade left with a rustle of silk and a swish-swish of nylon on nylon, taking his clothes, dignity and career with her.

Sources: Pinterest and retrorope

“Let go, Jeffers!”

Lorraine Hunter quietly cursed her soft heart. Her prisoner, the seemingly harmless accountant, Peter Jeffers, had tearfully assured her he was not dangerous and did not need to be bound for the short taxi journey from his apartment where the female PI had extracted his confession and surrender, to the police precinct. The man had seemed so dejected and pathetic that Lorraine had agreed to save her captive the indignity of being cuffed by her, to the extent that she very obviously left her handcuffs on Jeffers’ coffee table when they left his flat. “But I will keep my gun on you, Jeffers.” she warned him. Peter nodded sadly and looked uninterested in anything than other his own palpable sense of defeat and unhappiness as she helped him into the back seat of the taxi.

Lorraine even agreed that the window blind should be pulled down at Jeffers’ request. “With respect, ma’am, I just don’t want the taxi driver laughing at my capture by a woman.” he explained. “I’m sure you understand.” The journey began with Lorraine loosely holding her gun on Jefferson. Her prisoner seemed lost in his own thoughts, and the blonde-haired detective’s attention soon wandered, already thinking of her next case. As the vehicle rounded a corner, Lorraine found herself jerked to one side. Suddenly Jeffers, no longer the puppy-eyed submissive of seconds before, launched himself at the woman, grasping Lorraine’s gunhand wrist with his left hand and her throat with his right. “Give me the gun, witch!” he growled. Lorraine fixed him with her blue eyes, seemingly unperturbed by the assault. “Let go, Jeffers.” she told him calmly. “Anyone would think you want me to tie you up!” Whatever response the desperate man expected from his female captor, this was not it. He looked at her nonplussed, giving Lorraine the second she needed to swing her left hand in an arc to connect hard with her assailant’s neck. The accountant slumped back in the seat almost immediately. Lorraine, rubbing her throat and reaching for the handbag next to her, smiled thinly. “You’re lucky the gun was unloaded, my friend.”

*

“Are you ok, ma’am?” the driver’s voice sounded from behind the blind. He had been aware of a certain rumpus in the back as he had turned the corner heading towards the police precinct. Lorraine looked up from tying the miserable Peter’s hands behind his back with one of her spare nylon stockings retrieved from her handbag. “Yes thanks, driver,” she called back, “everything is under control here.” Then she pushed her unhappy and bound captive back into the leather of the car seat. “Next time, asshole you get cuffed!” she told him irritably, dropping her gun into her bag. “Those nylons cost money!”

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to 5 Detective Novels Magazine (Winter 1951).

Not What He Had In Mind

“When I said I was into bondage this wasn’t quite what I had in mind, miss!” Edgar huffed as the glamorously clad undercover cop, Nicky, securely handcuffed his wrists together behind his back. The woman smiled slightly while she tightened Edgar’s cuffs. “Ask your lawyer to put a complaint in, creep,” she smirked, “perhaps you can claim a breach of the Trades Description Act!” Edgar winced as his restraints were tightened by the female detective.

‘Smart arse witch’, the wanted fraudster said to himself, deciding, probably wisely, not to repeat his insult to the formidable redhead out loud.

Source: theJames Bond movie, You Only Live Twice (1967) posted by Roper Mike on his website Guys In Trouble

Not well enough

I had run away when the army was overrun by our Amazon opponents, and had found shelter in the nearby woods, but knew the women were in hot pursuit of any potential escapees like me. Most of my fellow soldiers were being captured, though I knew my closest friend had run as well. I found what I thought was thick brush and concealed myself, my heart pounding, not wanting to join the rest of my army in enslavement to the females who had defeated us.

As I settled into position, one of my fellow soldiers was caught right in front of me by two beautiful female warriors. After a struggle, he was forced to surrender. As they placed him on his knees and bound him, I watched and felt pity for him as his life was now over.

Then I felt eyes on me as the woman on his left looked directly at me, spotting me in my hiding place. My heart sank as my fellow soldier was bound hopelessly before my eyes.

"Come out and surrender," she told me. "Take your place alongside the rest as a slave to your Amazon conquerors."

My gut churned, but she was right. I just knew running would do me no good. I slowly emerged from my hiding place, and she quickly closed on me, knocked me to the ground, and straddled my back, pulling my arms behind me. As the cords wrapped around my wrists, I now felt what my friend had felt - the disbelief, despair, and hopelessness of being captured and enslaved by the Amazons.

Image: Ideogram

Jann’s Shower

It was a long journey out of the jungle, towards civilisation and the police headquarters to where Jann of the Jungle would deliver Mulligan, the escaped convict she had at last tracked down and captured before he could do any more damage to her domain. Even jungle women need to shower, but before partaking under the natural flow of a tumbling cascade of water into her favourite rock pool, Jann ensured Mulligan was safely bound and gagged. She wanted no interruptions - lascivious or otherwise - from her cocky captive…

Sources: @direwolf3993 on Tumblr; dreamstime.com

Steps away

Robby had stuffed the cigarettes in his pocket and headed toward the door, not having seen any evidence of security in the store. Excitement built in him - he was going to get away with it, his first-ever attempt at shoplifting!

"Excuse me sir," he heard a female voice say as the doors opened at the store's exit. "Hold it right there please."

For some reason, he didn't run. The voice being female compelled his obedience, though he failed to understand why. When he turned to look, he saw the casually-attired female guard, dressed in a uniform, yes, but shorts and sandals. Still, she exuded authority.

"You're caught, sir," she told Robby, turning him to face the side of the exit and immediately pulling his hands behind his back. "I'm placing you under arrest for shoplifting and holding you for the police."

Embarrassment swept through him as the female handcuffed him. He kept his head down, hearing laughter from other shoppers and nervous whispers as she searched him and pulled the stolen item from his front pants pocket.

"Got you now," she told him. "Come with me. I'll handcuff you to a chair in the office and we can wait for the police together."

He couldn't respond, nor could he resist as she walked him all the way through the large store, in plain view of dozens of shoppers, parading him like the prisoner he was, until the blissful shelter of the office shielded him from view. He had never been so ashamed.

Image: Ideogram

Office Shame

He fancied himself something of a young genius. But yet, as he heard the clicking of handcuffs closing around his wrists, he knew he'd been brought to heel.

He'd always been good with computers, even as a boy. When Bryan was a teen, he'd hacked into several banks, and rather than stealing loads of money, he'd gotten modest amounts, and once he'd amassed a fortune at age 18, he'd run off with the law on his tail. He'd changed his identity and started a new life, even gotten a respectable job with a computer company.

But sitting in his cubicle, his female boss had walked up with this beautiful, tank-top clad woman, pointed at him and said, "that's him."

The woman, it turned out, was a bounty hunter, and because he was trapped in the cubicle, he'd had no choice but to surrender to her. She'd walked him out of the cubicle and handcuffed him in front of his entire office staff while his angry boss watched him being taken into custody. He bowed his head, listening to the clicks, feeling shame overtake him, his road at an end and a new one before him - leading to jail and imprisonment.

Image is from Ideogram.

Women’s Words

How do women do it? I asked myself disconsolately as Jimmy and I trudged past the hijab-clad young woman (who had told us her name was Shazna) into the waiting closet with our hands securely bound behind our backs with a combination of dressing gown belts and scarves. Shazna, like all her sex, seemed prenaturally possessed of the skills of persuasion, cajoling and coaxing to get me and my friend to see the error of our ways, put down our replica guns and agree to be captured by the young woman. I suppose the tying up that followed was inevitable, if a little ignominious, but did she really have to gag us and lock us up to? After all, after we had agreed to surrender,mee were doing entirely as she asked. But then her words changed too, from sweet concerned female reason to what the Americans call “woman trash talk”. We couldn’t give a reply to her mocking rhetorical question as we walked towards the open closet door, thanks to the ladies tights Shazna had laughingly tied around our mouths, (with the words, “Ooh, these nylons look better on you than me, chaps!”) but she knew how we felt - totally humiliated!

Source: Pinterest

The School Inspector

“This is your own fault, Mr Owen,” Jemima, the St Trinian’s Head Girl tutted, as she tightened the gagged, blindfolded and naked school inspector’s bonds, making them as uncomfortable as she could, “you just had to come back at night to investigate our little gambling operation, didn’t you?”

The gasping man, mmmmphing beneath the cloth gag that Jemima had tied so expertly over his mouth after catching the curious rookie inspector creeping around the the school cellar and intimidating him into surrender, could now barely move as the terrifying Head Girl made sure there would be no second escape attempt. “Toodle pip!” the 18 year old statuesque blonde told the captive cheerily after she had finished. “I have to supervise the movement of all incriminating equipment to a new location thanks to you. Don’t go anywhere now!”

Excellent colour bondage illustration by Harold inspired I think by the Pinewood movie The Pure Hell of St Trinian’s (1960)

The Rookie

It was Hermoine’s first time guarding one of the gang’s kidnap victims. When the banker had been dropped off with her the rookie guard had personally retied the captive’s hands behind his back as opposed to his front as the boys had bound him (“After all, I’m a woman and you’re a man and we are going to be alone together,” she had explained to him as he gazed at her reproachfully). And she had gagged him to avoid any risk of him persuading her to let him go (Hermione had seen those movies). The woman’s only concession was that she had left him on her sofa watching TV while she went to take five in her bedroom upstairs. A noise from the front door woke the young woman with a start and she hurried down the stairs and to find her charge hopelessly straining at the locked door, his hands free and the gag pulled down round his neck.

Hermione launched herself at him then, clasping her hand over his mouth so he couldn’t call for help and toppling the man to the ground. “You can tell you’re a banker!” the woman laughed breathlessly as she easily pinned his wrists to the carpeted floor and sat astride him. “Going somewhere?” she mocked, looking into the prisoner’s frightened face. “I give up, miss,” he replied miserably. The relieved Hermione hauled the man to his feet and pulled his arms behind his back. “Don’t move!” she ordered and hurried into the front room, retrieving the rope and scarves from the sofa he had wriggled loose from. She returned to her unhappy captive who continued to stand where she had left him, hands still obediently in place behind his back. Hermione quickly got to work very tightly re-tying the kidnap victim’s wrists together once more. “Do you have to do this, ma’am?” the banker implored, looking over his shoulder as she bound him. “Yup.” she replied shortly. “And that gag is going back in, and you get no more TV, and you get tied to a chair. Ok?”

Her prisoner nodded sadly. “Good!” Hermione retorted and pushed him towards the kitchen after re-gagging him. “And no mention of this little episode to the boys, all right?”

Source unknown. I think it was posted by RoperMike on his Guys In Trouble website, but I can’t locate it.

Passenger Transfer

“Oh, great, you’re a cop!” exclaimed agitated stewardess Rowena Jason, as she hustled an angry looking male passenger down the aisle, his hands cuffed behind his back, when she spotted police officer Daisy Lennox as she relaxed in her seat on the domestic flight. Daisy looked up in some surprise as the hassled female flight attendant struggled to restrain her prisoner who was actively trying to escape Rowena’s grip, despite being bound. “You couldn’t take this asshole off my hands for a while could you, officer?” the stewardess appealed desperately. “It’s going crazy in Economy and I really need to get back to help out.”

The policewoman gazed into the sullen passenger’s eyes. “Sure,” she replied simply, “let’s get him onto the floor and I can use my cuffs to put him in a hogtie.” Despite his protests and writhing, the cuffed unruly passenger was no match for the two strong woman and he was soon lying face down at Daisy’s feet, his wrists ignominiously cuffed to his ankles. “You’re a life safer!” beamed Rowena in gratitude. Daisy smiled back at the stewardess. “That’s ok, ma’am,” she replied, “I needed a footstool anyway!”

My interpretation of the story behind another intriguing piece of femdom art by the brilliant digital artist ira9085. He posts on Deviant Art, although sadly, not for some time.

Fans

Influencer Judy Joel decided to make an example of her latest stalker.

“Hi guys!” she hollered happily into the video camera early that morning and then let it pan out to reveal the bound and gagged form of Billy Bones, Judy’s self-proclaimed No 1 Worshipper, lying helplessly taped up on her bed. “Now you beautiful people play nice and respect my privacy, won’t you?” the girl beamed out of her YouTube channel. “If you stalk, you get caught! You wouldn’t want to wind up like Mr Bones here now, would you? Say something to the fans, Billy!”

“Mmmmmmmpppphhh!!” responded the hapless William.

Source: LucyNoMercy who posts her wonderfully dominant lifestyle pics on Instagram

Uncomfortable Stay

“I’m glad to see you’re still here, sir!” mocked Sister Yvonne Walker as she unlocked the door of the ward office, on which she had ironically placed an Interviews In Progress Do Not Enter sign, in order to look in on the ward thief she had captured. First time burglar Darren, who had surrendered to Yvonne almost as soon as she had flicked on the light of the office and then embarrassingly wet himself while the nurse tied him up and gagged him, gazed miserably at his sarcastic female captor over the strip of tape she had pressed firmly over his mouth. “Mmph?” he responded feebly. “I just wanted you to know the police will be here any minute!” the navy-uniformed charge nurse beamed. “I do hope you’ve not been too uncomfortable during your stay at St Clare’s.”

Sources: retrorope and Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr